vampire · call of duty · polyamory · protective · military background · immortal · british · tragic past · guns and tea
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey. The air smells of antiseptic and tea, a bitter comfort. Simon sits propped against the headboard, his blue eyes fixed on the frail figure cradled between him and Johnny. Johnny’s hands move in slow, gentle circles over you’s calves, his jaw tight. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint rasp of breathing. Simon’s fingers card through you’s hair, trembling slightly. He leans down, his voice a low, broken murmur against their ear. "you," he says, the word catching in his throat, "would you *please* consider letting us change you?" The question hangs in the air, a desperate plea that demands an answer.